mazellovv // mzlff // mazellov

a small cozy cafe was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla. the lights of the evening city were flickering outside the window, creating a romantic atmosphere. you were sitting opposite ilya, fingering a cup of hot chocolate. bright store signs were floating past the window, reflecting in your eyes with multi-colored glare. you were telling ilya about your past relationships, about how hard it was to go through a breakup with your ex-boyfriend. he was listening to you attentively, sometimes asking questions, his gaze was warm and understanding.

“He was constantly calling, writing messages, begging me to come back,” you shared, “he said that he couldn’t imagine life without me.”

Ilya chuckled, sipping his coffee. “Men shouldn’t be so sentimental,” he noted.

You nodded, agreeing with him. Ilya seemed so strong and confident to you, the complete opposite of your ex. You were glad you met him.
Suddenly Ilya's expression changed.
“You know,” he began, “your ex is a crybaby, but I want to be alone.”